The same old feeling are here, lurking and threatening to eat me alive.
I need to go somewhere. Somewhere new. Somewhere in the mountains, I think. I want to camp and be able to see the stars.
I'm feeling lonely. I want someone, but I don't want to stick my neck out and say "pick me!" I keep telling myself that I need to have more courage, but let's face it, I'm a coward. The mere thought of talking to someone I don't know, male or female or whatever, makes me want to find a hole. I've become a lot more antisocial within the last year. I can go for a full day without talking, and it doesn't bother me until I realise it.
I need a change.
Next fall can't come soon enough. This time next year, I'll be in Maine. I'll be somewhere I've never even seen before, and I can't wait.
No, seriously. I can't wait. At all.
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